Seems as if she proposed everything to do this morning--shopping, and a walk, and a call on a girl I knew who was sick.

But I said I did not feel like doing anything but just to stay at home and rest quietly with her.

(Which was the truth--I _didn't_ feel like doing _anything else_!) But that almost made matters worse than ever, for she said that was so totally unlike me that she was afraid I must be sick; and I had all I could do to keep her from calling a doctor.
[Illustration: THEN I TOLD HIM MY IDEA] But I did it; and at five minutes before ten she was sitting quietly sewing in her own room.

Then I went downstairs to watch for Father.
He came just on the dot, and I let him in and took him into the library.

Then I went upstairs and told Mother there was some one downstairs who wanted to see her.
And she said, how funny, and wasn't there any name, and where was the maid.